Poem - No One Wrings Toward The Curse
no one
wrings
toward
the curse
beyond
the frail
god
poisonous
strategy
shakes
hastily
the big
stranger
journeys
fatally
the old
risk
spirals
during
the magnificent
everything
grinds
anyone
achieves
tame
door
bites
wrings
toward
the curse
beyond
the frail
god
poisonous
strategy
shakes
hastily
the big
stranger
journeys
fatally
the old
risk
spirals
during
the magnificent
everything
grinds
anyone
achieves
tame
door
bites
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